I dreamed as in my bed I lay, <br />All night's fathomless wisdom come, <br />That I had shorn my locks away <br />And laid them on Love's lettered tomb: <br />But something bore them out of sight <br />In a great tumult of the air, <br />And after nailed upon the night <br />Berenice's burning hair.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-dream/
